Fists clenched so hard that white knuckles drove his nails into his stinging palms, the old man stood: eyes beyond fierce, rage infecting his wrathful glare as it pounded around his powerful body and seared though his every fibre. The muscles in his strong jaw flexed as his teeth ground violently together: he wanted nothing more than to strike him down. He wanted merciless revenge and unhindered, uninterrupted justice. By the end of this day, the lesson would be learnt: no one messes with the Emperor and gets away with it. Heart pounding and adrenaline surging through his veins, he made the first deadly move.